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Nov 2014
Twenty two years
and some odd months
a baby born here
out of lust

Now wanders the land
in search of
those needing a hand,
those in need of love

If you understand
where I come from,
help me carryout the prophecy
that was planned
**only
love
will
overcome
Feeling near death does not help the need of my work.
bleh.
Jennifer Weiss
Written by
Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
(Biloxi)   
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